Just as Sergeant Hamilton was about to evacuate, a feathered arrow whizzed from the jungle, and it passed through Corporal Hamilton's ear, a biting chill passed through his ear, and a few strands of hair were even frozen up. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The feathered arrow made a whistling sound and slammed into the shield of the Forgotten Soldier's elite soldier in front of him, piercing through the shield jammed, but it wasn't over yet.

At the point where the shield was pierced by the feathered arrows, a stream of frost began to emerge rapidly and spread across the shield. Under the terrified eyes of the Forsaken soldiers, the frost quickly passed through the part of his hand and spread to his body, and the frost-covered parts began to show signs of freezing. The Forsaken soldier felt as if his body was getting out of control, becoming more and more sluggish.

Corporal Hamilton, who was about to retreat, was overjoyed to see this, and he rushed directly at the necromancer who was protecting behind the Forsaken soldier, and the Forsaken soldier slashed at him with a difficult swing of his one-handed sword. Hamilton dodged with ease, and now he finally confronted the necromancer of the Forsaken.

The Forsaken mage hid himself in a black robe, and he seemed very reluctant to face the sun. He stood silently in place, watching Hamilton gallop towards him without panicking.

Corporal Hamilton was a little suspicious of the mage's unchanging expression, but the arrow had to be fired, and he rushed at the necromancer with a roar. At the same time, he threw the dagger in his right hand.

The dagger sliced in a perfect arc through the air, reaching the necromancer's head.

"Sonorous!"

The sound of daggers striking hard objects was heard, and a shield of ice and frost appeared on the periphery of the Forsaken Mage.

Ice Barrier!

The ice floated in the air, the power of magic forming them and enveloping the necromancer, the dagger striking the ice barrier to no avail.

"Damn it!" Hamilton cursed loudly.

Sure enough, none of the mages were easy to kill!

After the ice barrier on the mage's body in front of him was attacked by the dagger, it only flashed slightly, and then immediately returned to a crystal clear feeling.

Hamilton saw the necromancer in the shield, and he was smiling at the corners of his mouth, and there was mockery in his eyes that could not be concealed.

He slowly raised his arm, which was still half a palm, and aimed it at Hamilton, and began to make a mantra that was incomprehensible to humans, as if the soul was chanting.

"Not good!"

Hamilton was shocked, he thought that this necromancer had no ability to cast spells, but he didn't expect that he could still borrow half a palm to cast spells, could this necromancer be the archmage of Dalaran before his death? Or the court mages of Lordaeron?

He wielded the one-handed sword in his hand and struck swiftly at the barrier of ice. The speed of one-handed sword attacks even turned into an afterimage in the vision of ordinary people.

But the ice barrier didn't shatter, it just dimmed.

Behind Hamilton, the Forsaken soldiers, the first to defend them, were already on the verge of catching up.

Just when Hamilton was in a hurry, half of the necromancer's palm began to glow, and then Hamilton felt his consciousness suddenly blur.

He felt that he was a sheep, and his mind was full of thoughts of grazing. But there is a will that resists, rejects this thought. But the aroma of the grass stimulated his taste buds all the time, so Corporal Hamilton, who couldn't help it, began to eat the green grass on the ground in a big gulp.

Just as I was eating grass in a daze, suddenly a bright light pierced the sky, and it began to clear up from the depths of my mind.

When Hamilton opened his eyes again, he stood stunned as the Forsaken Necromancer fell across from him.

Corporal Naomi was standing behind him, smiling at himself and saying something.

He was a little confused and didn't know what was happening at that moment.

Push forward the clock by a few minutes.

Hamilton fell under the necromancer's spell, and in a trance, he was directly transformed into a sheep!

It turned out that this necromancer had unleashed a Transfiguration Spell, Transfiguration Sheep.

In the world of Azeroth, the mages of Kenrito have strict control over Transfiguration, limiting the types of Transfiguration and prohibiting the transformation of lower creatures into higher intelligent beings.

Because there will be uncontrollable changes in this way!

For example, there is a small chance that the brain function of the shapeshifter will be transformed during the transformation process.

What does that mean?

In other words, a snake turns it into a human, a High Elf and other intelligent races, and it is possible that at the same time, it will gain human wisdom and understand everything in front of it, and its brain will be completely transformed into a human brain.

But with the augmentation of the intelligence of the human brain, the aggressive, greedy beasts like snakes or wolves and bears will take advantage of their predatory nature, which is not what the Kenrito mages want to see.

So in the world of mages, there are clear rules. When using Transfiguration, you need to transform the opponent into a harmless form.

Sheep, pigs, turtles, penguins and other harmless creatures became the targets of choice for the mages.

The mages believed that turning a strong, murderous, aggressive, and harmful foe into a harmless, beneficial, weak, and non-aggressive animal had a good heart and at the same time purified the enemy's soul.

The gray-white sheep on the ground ran helplessly and panickedly, stopping from time to time to eat the green grass on the grass, and the necromancer grinned hoarsely.

He stepped forward and tried to stomp the sheep to death. However, at this moment, two daggers appeared on the back of its head, and a powerful ambush directly shattered the ice barrier.

The Ice Barrier loses the maintenance of its magic and disappears into thin air in an instant.

The two daggers were castrated, they pierced through the necromancer's robe, and a small bone shattering sound sounded, and the two daggers plunged deep into the back of the necromancer's head.

The original smile of pleasure on the necromancer's face froze, and he opened his mouth to say something.

"Also... Yes... Thief..."

Before he finished speaking, the two daggers inserted into the back of his head spun in a quick circle, and the necromancer ended his unfinished words and fell down.

The sheep on the ground instantly grew into Corporal Hamilton.

"Vice Captain, how does the grass taste?" Corporal Naomi asked with a grin as she looked at Hamilton.

Hamilton was still confused, his eyes had not yet fully become active, his mouth was bulging, and there were wisps of green grass outside the corners of his mouth.

Hamilton quickly reacted with a deep sigh of relief, he looked at the necromancer on the ground, and then the green grass in his mouth moved, and in Naomi's surprised eyes, he swallowed all the grass in his mouth.

"It tasted very good! Do you want to try it? Hamilton picked up the dagger from the ground and said to her as he licked the stalk of grass from the corner of his mouth.

"Forget it! I have no interest in green food. Naomi said helplessly, "The captain needs support there, let's go." ”

Hamilton looked back at the three elite soldiers of the Forsaken. The Forsaken soldier who had attacked him at the beginning was shot through the armor of his forehead with an arrow glowing with arcane energy, the power of which was corroding his flesh and skin, and he was already dead and could not die again.

Of the remaining two, one of them went to the grass and never returned, and the Forsaken soldier who had been shot by the ice arrow, his head had been separated from his body, and now his body was lying on the ground.

"What did you do?" Sergeant Hamilton looked at the corpses of the undead on the ground and asked Naomi, "You helped me?" ”

"It's not just my credit." Naomi shook her head, she raised her finger and pointed at Harrow in the distance and said, "That archer, Harrow, his magic arrows have helped you." And I, like you, just happened to have my eye on this necromancer. ”

"So it's easy." Naomi cleaned the dagger of the Forgotten's liquids, then slipped the dagger back into her waist as she spoke.

"Thank you." Hamilton whispered that if it weren't for these teammates helping him, he would have been dead here.

"Needless to say, let's complete the task assigned by the Legion Commander." Naomi said with a smile, "Now that we're a group, we're supposed to help each other, aren't we?" ”

Hamilton had a smile on his face.

Yes, we are a group.

On the frontal battlefield, the form is completely different, and after the addition of the scout team, the Forsaken soldiers on the battlefield are quickly suppressed. Although they were numerous, they quickly fell apart under the rapid blow of this high-end combat power of the scout team.

Coupled with the fact that the leading necromancer was killed here, it greatly affected the morale of these forsaken, and they began to feel a little restless and restless.

The three Forsaken elite warriors who were originally responsible for guarding the necromancer were also killed by Scarface in a separate duel.

The leader of the Forsaken soldiers, who had been dragged by the sergeant, had no intention of fighting again, and he deceived the sergeant's prediction with a false move, and hurriedly turned around and burst out of the power in his body, and rushed into the woods.

At this point, the Forsaken soldiers began to disperse, and they ran towards the hills on that side of the ruins of Lordaeron. The situation here is not very clear, and the Crusaders ended the pursuit after a symbolic period of pursuit.

The battlefield is littered with the corpses of humans and the Forsaken.

Among these corpses, the Forsaken soldiers accounted for the majority, more than forty. And there is also a necromancer of the Forsaken, and in the evaluation of military merits, killing a necromancer is considered a great achievement.

But even so, the Crusaders lost more than a dozen recruits, most of them young recruits, who had lost the courage to fight in the face of the enemy, but their enemies would not be merciful, and the results speak for themselves.